I recently saw this post on RocketNews about a man cosplaying Jesus at the Tokyo Marathon. This was pretty amazing in and of itself particularly as the main ran in the cold and on concrete with no shoes and only wearing a loincloth, hefting a giant cross on his back (difficult to do). However, it also triggered a memory from high school.

I was only tangentially related to the group that first affixed a piece of cheese to the wall and dubbed it Cheezus. I was friends with one of the main members of that circle, and thus it was through her that I was told the story. It's a blurry sort of memory now, so I don't know the wheres and whyfors at this point and will the bulk of it up to adolescent humor. During lunch, someone didn't want a piece of cheese and put it on the wall. It stuck there, and thus was wildly entertaining.

When the cheese remained on the wall for weeks, it became a holy object to the group as the custodians didn't bother to remove it. I don't believe I ever found myself in the presence of Cheezus, but it remained on the wall in some obscure part of my high school for the rest of that year if I do remember correctly. It might have been there for longer than that.